#discarded vessel

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[em7raen]

doodled the vessel id created at the beginning of the game before they literally got atomized

[andstuffsketches]

[drawing of Kris Deltarune, in Dark World form, being dipped (as if dancing) by the discarded vessel, which has been stylized as a mannequin. Kris's head is tipped back with a flat expression. Their right arm, holding their sword, is held out away from them by the mannequin arm, tied together with string]

vessel

[crow-perch]

happy halloween/deltarune anniversary!

for the occasion i wanted to post the refs i made for my AU kris & vessel/player designs :]

[evil-scientist]

Gaster’s kids according to fans

[magezy]

Given that Kris Tea tasted differently, if you don't mind, how would Tea interactions change?

What a good question! (Also I'm still alive, just being eaten alive by The Horrors.)

Let me provide answers!

KRIS TEA

Noelle: "Hot chocolate with cinnamon and buttercream frosting…" +290HP Susie: "Wait, apple soda is a THING?! This rules!" +260HP Light: "It's an iced tea… oh, a SWEET one...!" +120HP Ralsei: "Oh, it's… different? Wait, what IS this taste…? " +100HP

SUSIE TEA:

Noelle: "Gooosh, this stuff rules…" +400HP Kris: "Straight up just a brownie in a cup. Fuck. Yes." +333HP Ralsei: "Oh, yummy! Prune juice! It has quite the strong taste." +150HP Light: "Orange juice with extra pulp… it's tasty." +110HP

RALSEI TEA

Light: "A sweet, foamy latte with honey drizzled on… is there more?" +280HP Susie: "Steamed milk? Its got cinnamon sprinkled on, too… get me more." +180HP Noelle: "White hot chocolate! I wish this was in season more." +120HP Kris: "Warm milk with a black licorice straw. Not that bad." +100HP

NOELLE TEA

Kris: "Hot chocolate made with eggnog, a delicacy… What? I'm not red. Shush." +333HP Susie: "Let's GO, hot eggnog! Tastes like peppermint, too..." +240HP Light: "A spicy tea, topped with whipped cream and a crushed up candy cane…" +150HP Ralsei: "It's a peach smoothie! Yum!!" +110HP

LIGHT TEA

Ralsei: "All natural vanilla tea. A perfect blend that warms the SOUL!" +280HP Noelle: "Ooh, iced coffee! It tastes sweeter than most… I like it!" +130HP Susie: "Vanilla almond milk? Not bad." +100HP Kris: "Sugar water with strawberry syrup mixed in. Kinda goes hard." +85HP

[silverstormsxx]

i have an indulgent and stupid hc that the vessel is very, very small. that way, if they are the knight (which i believe they are) the darkners will be like "oh my god!! here it comes!! the roaring knight!!" and a 1'1 trash goblin in fully plated metal armor will walk in

[cherry-tries-to-art]

Redid the refs for my vessels! Redesigned them a little too.

If you wanna see my thoughts about their new designs, check out my latest video:

[grieving-angel-hopeful-demon]

[noelle-holi-gay]

Dess, who is trapped in the Void, becoming a big sister figure to the Discarded Vessel.

"Okay, uh, this is…Dess Holiday, void log, Year Three, March 16." Dess sighed, holding her phone up to her mouth as it recorded her voice. "I'm really fucking mad right now, and Gaster says to record these when I'm mad to vent the energy, and even though I'm still pretty sure that man is not a licensed therapist, I don't have much else to do. So here I am."

She groaned, pausing for a second, to lean back against the strange, soft, shifting wall of her makeshift bedroom. Well, it was less of a bedroom and more of a sad little box of condensed metaphysical void-matter floating in the middle of endless black nothingness, but it was hers, dammit, and she was at least thankful for the relative privacy.

"Chara's really getting on my fucking nerves again, the little shit. They remind me of Kris, but if Kris was, like, way more fucking annoying. Gaster says it's the trauma but I don't give a shit what it is, to be perfectly honest. It's taking all the restraint I have not to kick their ass so hard they become alive again and then die again, except for good this time, cause they fucking—they stained my goddamn jacket with some of Gaster's weird fucking experiment goop, and—I don't know how to get this shit out!"

She turned away from her phone for a second to glare at her varsity jacket, which was hanging on a creepy gnarled hook on her wall. The fabric was stained with something sticky and green all over one side.

"I spent like an hour trying to get it off with some paper towels, but whatever the fuck this stuff is, it refuses to come out." She grimaced. "I tried to ask Gaster about it, but he just said, 'Oh, you probably should not touch that', which, like—wow, thanks, man. So fucking helpful. Like, Angel, this is—this is like, literally a third of my wardrobe, and now it's ruined. I'm so fucking mad. I wanna grab that scrawny little smiling piece of shit and unkill them and then kill them again. I think I already said that, but, like, fuck! Ugh! It'd be different if—"

The door to her room cracked open, and Dess glanced over to see a pale figure standing in the doorway.

Dess stopped the recording. "Oh, uh, hey, Vess. What's up?" She frowned. "And, uh, close the door, by the way. You'll let in the nothingness."

The vessel reached behind itself and closed the door. 'Sorry,' it signed.

"No, uh, you're good, dude. It was mostly a joke. Cause there's nothing out there. You know? Nevermind. What's up?"

Dess stuffed her phone back into her pants pocket. The Vessel was pretty new around here, relatively, and Dess was still getting used to its strange demeanor. It seemed nice enough, though, and Dess felt pretty bad for it, considering what happened when Gaster tried to connect to the player. Because the connection had gotten all screwed up, now the vessel was trapped in here, too; and Dess knew how much that sucked.

'I am very sorry about your jacket,' the vessel signed. 'I know it brought you joy.'

"Uh—well, yeah, I guess it did." Dess shrugged. "But what can you do? Chara's a bitch like that."

The vessel seemed to pause for a moment before moving its hands again. 'Do you hate Chara now?'

"That—" Dess blinked. "Uh. I mean, I'm mad at them, but…well, I don't know if I, like, hate them hate them. Like, they're just a kid, you know? Kids are stupid."

'I am not sure I understand,' said the vessel. 'How can you be mad at someone without hating them?'

"Uh…right. I'm guessing that bit of info wasn't exactly bundled into the whole, like, gift of mind thing, then, huh?"

'The gift of mind grants me the capacity to think and learn,' explained the vessel. 'It does not grant me any a priori understanding of the world.'

"Right. Well, uh. Yeah, you can be mad at someone without hating them." Dess patted the ground next to her. "Why don't you sit?"

'Because I see no distinct reason to do so.'

Dess couldn't help rolling her eyes. "No, I mean, I want you to come sit next to me while I explain this."

The vessel stalled for a second, then walked over and sat itself down next to Dess.

"So, I'm kind of mad at everyone all the time," Dess said. "It's, like, my default state. I was always mad at my mom back home, because she wouldn't let me do the things I wanted to do. But she was my family, and I still loved her, even when I was mad at her. And like—I had this friend, Kris, who was basically a younger sibling to me. And, god, they would do the stupidest crap—a lot like Chara. And I got so mad. I'd chase them around the house with my bat trying to beat the crap out of them, sometimes, with how mad I got. But I never hated them. I could never hate Kris. Does that make sense?"

'I think so,' the vessel signed. 'And this…Kris. They are the same human who received my host in error?'

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, they are." Dess looked off to the side. "I hope they're okay. They were—they were strong, a strong kid, but they were also kind of a loner, and I just—I hope this whole 'player' thing won't hurt them too bad."

The vessel tilted its head to the side. 'They are like your jacket to you?'

"What? No." Dess laughed. "Look, I'm mad about what happened to my jacket, but at the end of the day, it's just a piece of fabric. Kris was my friend. Here—this can be a good example. So, Chara messed up my jacket, and I'm mad at them. Right? But I don't hate them."

'Right,' the vessel followed.

"But if someone were to hurt Kris?" Dess's eyes narrowed. "Then I would hate that person."

'I believe I understand.' The vessel paused for a moment in thought. 'And this distinction…it lies between objects that bring you joy, and people that bring you joy?'

"Well…yeah. I care a lot more about my friends and family than the stuff I own, and I'm more upset when they're hurt."

'May I ask one more question?'

"Yeah. Course."

'To which category do I belong?'

Dess blinked at the vessel for a second, then smiled. "You're a person, Vess. You're a friend. And if someone hurt you, I'd hate them, too."

'I see.' The vessel turned away from her a little. 'Thank you. For the explanation.'

"Yeah." Dess moved over and bumped them lightly in the shoulder. "Anytime."

[bruvph]

Goner Booth!

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[aminorwhoisastarvingartist]

i swear im alive in tumblr, i swear

anyways hello again deltarune fandom

[grinningcatastrophes]

Hey! Have you read the Deltarune fanfic series called Dream Come true? If not, I strongly suggest doing so. Here are some playlists I made about it.

[evil-scientist]

I kinda wanna write a crossover AU series based loosely on device_theory where Gaster and the Player/Goner Vessel (and maybe Dess and Chara too) try to save various doomed worlds from other pieces of media while the Angel fights against them to keep the fate of the worlds intact

[magezy]

* The power of foregone goners shines within you.